Dreams of Small Recitals
You are caramel and hot wax. I am a new wool sweater with a bull’s eye on its back. The ladder in the yard climbs high into the air and I go up, up, up. I’m afraid to look down. The ladder stands...
View ArticleTravel Planning: New Orleans, 2013
A friend and I are planning a road trip for August 2013: a drive from Chicago to New Orleans, where he’ll be speaking on a panel at the annual meeting of the Society of American Archivists. The other...
View ArticleTonight I will sleep the sleep of the justified.
Super-true story: via @yrstrulyrel met Bud drinker @paulbogaards who shot me & Elmore Leonard for @cirinda #nbaward12 twitter.com/HuisceBeatha/s… — Heather McCormack (@HuisceBeatha) November 15,...
View ArticleLast night I dreamed
Kansas City. Or more rightly Leawood, Kansas. 119th St. A street fair of sorts. Jazz and barbecue. White tents. A billion people swarmed it seemed. Overwhelming. Overwhelmed. I was in the deepest...
View ArticleSwirling in the Service of the Lord
We had no idea our hosts were evangelical Christians with a sinister agenda. But when we arrived at their compound, the look of it was bad enough to give us pause. Each detached “unit” was brand-new,...
View ArticleInventory
The last of the collections is leather scraps. It smells the best. If you burrow into the bins, you don’t want to touch bottom—damp, mulch-like, maggoty. Stay close to the surface and you’ll be fine....
View ArticleA Country Christmas Story About Dogs and Metal Buildings
I wish I could say it was a Merry Christmas. I wish I could tell you everything worked out all right. Okay, I’ll go ahead and play it like this: yes, in the end, everyone was fine and nobody got what...
View ArticleTwo Doors Down and Across the Street
“Fix me something to eat.” “What do you want?” “It doesn’t matter. I won’t eat it anyway.” “The chicken is still good but the pot roast has gone off.” “Don’t yell at me.” “Let me know what you decide.”...
View ArticleRosencrantz and Guildenstern’s Hippo
Last night I dreamed a production of “Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead”. In regulation dream-fashion, it wasn’t really “Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead”. Best of all, there was a great zoo...
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This is the story of a snake, a bear, and a little girl. Three great friends living together on the forested slopes beneath a mountain. There is a glade within the forest. Evergreens surround the...
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